Face to Face
#06 Ashe-0 & #07 Roy Mustang Malloki vs #11 Sigmund Vrell & #15 Cho
#06 Ashe-0 & #07 Roy Mustang Malloki vs #11 Sigmund Vrell & #15 Cho
The pair had been on a bad run of luck as of late, and it appeared that the odds were not yet in their favor.
Despite his earlier coyness at the prospect of being on the island, Cho knew what to do when the fists started flying. He drew the nailgun and pulled back on the firing mechanism, scattering Ashe-0 and Roy Mustang. Sigmund gave chance to the towering, elf-eared cyclops while his associate pursued the smaller man in the tattered uniform.
Roy, body aching from bruises and burns accumulated over a span of a few too many run-ins with their competition, found himself stumbling to keep his balance. In his mind, he knew the only reason he’d managed all these fights without a weapon was because of his training, and if that was the case, how in the hell were lesser trained people surviving out there?
Usually one to prefer the back of combat, Cho knew this was the time where he should press the advantage, especially since he was supporting the High Priest of Neo New Babylon. “You shouldn’t run away!” The young man shouted as he paused and threw out a hand. In front of Roy Mustang, the ground erupted upward—a jagged column of earth and stone.
“It wasn’t a retreat,” Roy sighed as he hung his shoulders. “…just a diversion!” The alchemist spun around and released the closest thing to fire alchemy that he could muster on the island.
A very bright flash from the iPhone’s triple cameras.
The burst of light in the nearly dark sky was enough to blind Cho, who had learned enough to instinctively yank back on the trigger of the nailgun. Having hoped for more time, Roy screamed out as nails stitched up his side and chest. Despite feeling the whoosh of his right lung as it collapsed in his chest, the soldier crashed into Cho, taking the other man off his feet. Running on little more than adrenaline, Roy wrenched one of the nails from his shoulder and jammed it the other man’s cheek.
Cho screamed out, but as he did, Roy noticed that the pair were now flying.
No, not flying…
A massive pillar of earth had erupted beneath the Earth bender and was carrying the warring combatants up off the ground.
Senses started to numb, Roy landed a solid punch to the man’s face before jumping off from the growing column. He hit the ground, rolled, and melted into the trees.
Be safe, Ashe.
***
As Roy ‘threw down’ with Cho, Ashe-0 found herself poised a few paces away from someone wearing a heavy blue cloak with golden trim. Lifting her remaining limbs, Ashe-0 searched her databases for a pertinent phrase for the given context. “You should be aware that, irregardless of outward appearances, I am still functioning within acceptable levels.”
“Was… was that your banter?” Sigmund asked. “I’ve driven men and women into the gibbering madness of insanity, and not one of them was as incomprehensible as you just were.”
“That outcome makes sense, given I am neither a man nor a woman.”
Ashe-0 moved to close the distance of the smaller figure, who simple pulled one of his hands out of his robe. The machine grimaced as the man’s clawed fingers tore through her synthetic flesh. Even so, she completed the motion and landed a crushing blow to the side of Sigmund’s hooded face. The cultist (the not-cultist?) staggered backward as his hood fell back to reveal the almost unnaturally pallid visage of a young man with brown hair.
“You might be a machine,” Sigmund whispered with a wide, manic grin. “But I’m sure I could break you one way or another.”
Ashe-0 glanced down and saw that the man’s weapon was a simple leather glove with blades affixed each fingertip. Like everything else on this island, they must have been more than meets the eye, as they had carved away layers of her synthetic flesh where they had scraped against her. “Anyone with functioning ocular nerves could disern that my physical form is quite susceptible to ‘breaking’.” Ashe-0 intoned before a now-scowling Sigmund sprung forward and landed another glancing slash along the length of her arm.
That particular appendage sagged—its servos whirring in agony as it twitched.
“You were too wounded coming into this engagement… you and your friend should have hidden better.”
The cycloid golem scowled. “I am not yet rendered entirely useless.”
“Yea, I guess you got one good arm left… you intend to try and beat me to death with your own limb?”
Somewhere, a producer with perfect hair scowled at the prospect of seeing the same trope played out twice.
“Negative.” Ashe-0 remarked as she heard the distant sound of screams. Roy? She couldn’t be certain, but she likewise understood this was an unwinnable and likely fatal situation for the two of them. “I have… what would a human say? A ‘secret weapon’?”
“Oh yea?” Sigmund asked as he crossed his arms over his cloaked chest and gently tapped the Krueger blades along his shoulder.
“Would you like me to demonstrate?”
“Only if I get to kill you afterwards.”
Ashe-0 smiled a dry smile. “You may try.” Stepping forward, the oversized golem of synthetic flesh and servos brought her boot right up into Sigmund’s crotch. The High Priest let out a gurgled yelp as he dropped to a knee.
28 Contestants Remain
Cho has a nasty stab wound through his cheek (aka – a fucking nail). His teeth are fine, but the business end of the nail did tear into the skin in his throat (Minor Injury). Also, that asshole hit you in the noggin’, so you might be dizzy (writing flavor/Story Injury).
Sigmund V may have some bruises but he will also be experiencing a great deal of nausea for a little bit (writing flavor/Story Injury)
Roy Mustang has a series of puncture wounds from a fucking nail gun. The worst of these punctured one of his lungs (Major Injury). This will make his time on the island even more laborious and he should really find a way to drain the blood before he chokes on it (writing flavor/Story Injury)
Ashe is down to one functioning arm. My she avoid any run-ins with jedi generals (Insane Injury)
All four parties are on cooldown (protected from another F2F) for 8 hours or unless they move from their present square. This protection can also be waived by letting me know via PMs.
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